Brusha Brusha Brusha

So, Max has finally decided he loves to brush his teeth. All we have to say is "brusha brusha" and he runs into the bathroom and hops up on his stool. He loves this so much that when he's done and we have to leave the bathroom, he will throw himself down in dramatic protest. We have to drag him out kicking and screaming every time. While I applaud his attention to dental hygiene, these twice daily tantrums are driving me bananas. Nonetheless, toddler dentures are not an option so we will forge on. Last night we took some pics of him because he thinks he's hot stuff.

As you can see, he's also learned what "cheese" means when he sees a camera. Also see below.





What a weirdo. A weirdo with really fresh breath.